Tag: Nights

Hills, History and Hidden Beauty — 2 Nights in Athens

Despite not being my first holiday, this is the first time I truly feel like I have had some proper downtime. We saw the sights, ate delicious food and spent some much-needed time together just relaxing. I still spent time writing and I found that having a clear headspace allowed for lots of insp...

Four Nights in Edinburgh

We didn’t sleep well in Inverness. While the Air BnB was nice, the area we were staying in gave off weird vibes, and I found it difficult to relax enough to fall asleep. Chase was suffering through the worst of a cold and he woke up at 5, unable to fall asleep again. Eventually we just quit...

8 Observations from 8 Nights in Taiwan

That’s how I would describe the country to someone who knows next-to-nothing about Taiwan. Female president? Check. Legalized same-sex marriage? Check. But it still has all the other goodies I would have expected based on my previous visits to mainland China (tasty dumplings, functional ...

8 insights for 8 nights of Chanukah

I figured today in the spirit of this beautiful holiday of Chanukah I would explore the profound lessons from the eight lights of the menorah. Each light is not just a candle; it’s a symbol, a teaching, a spark of wisdom. Here are eight life lessons from these flickering flames: **The...

Drunk Nights with Sensei Smith

On the night of hitaki sadayamas assaination. twelve lunar years before the grand dragon scroll empire fell, the king of midsabashi clan held the confence of the one thousand pale horses and pichachus. Orientals from timbuktu to dude on dude arrieved steadfeast on high alert for ambushes. From the K...

Chants in the Starry Night

Booze-charged, twenty-somethings club with Tiki torches in the Charlottesville night as if tomorrow were a misty mirage in a page from the never-to-be-forgotten NAZI devotions shadowed in a Americanism, MAGA blue streak, tinged with red caps, Click Here

The Longest Nights: Getting Sober

Finally Lauren called me Wednesday around 7:15pm. Later than our planned time. I know it’s hard to use the public phone there, but with the way we left things, I’d really hoped she would call sooner. The waiting was killing me. This conversation was different. Softer. Sad. Full of remors...